Primordial Era: From the Creation Lotus to the First Disciple of the Three Pure Ones

Countless years have passed since Qinglian became a disciple of the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain.

The clouds and mist on the summit of Kunlun Mountain gather and disperse, and the spiritual springs in the mountain streams dry up and fill up again. Only the three Taoist palaces stand eternally, breathing in and out vast and pure spiritual energy.

On this day, Qinglian, who was sitting cross-legged in her palace practicing the "Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique," suddenly felt a slight movement in her mind.

At the heart of Kunlun Mountain, three streams of Daoist energy suddenly rose, intertwining and reflecting each other, causing the celestial energy to tremble slightly. He knew that the second lecture at Zixiao Palace was about to begin.

A moment later, Lao Tzu's calm and serene voice pierced through the palace and entered Qinglian's sea of ​​consciousness: "Qinglian, come with us to Zixiao Palace."

Qinglian dared not delay, immediately stopped her practice and stood up. With one step, she appeared in front of Yuqing Palace.

The Three Pure Ones were already waiting there. Laozi remained as serene and inactive as ever, holding a whisk in his hand; Yuanshi Tianzun wore a crown with tassels and pearls, exuding natural majesty; Tongtian Jiaozhu had eyes like lightning, and the Qingping Sword at his waist rang softly, revealing its sharp edge.

"Disciple pays respects to the three masters." Qinglian bowed respectfully.

The Tongtian Sect Leader laughed heartily, flicked his sleeve, and a clear, cold sword light enveloped the green lotus: "Go!" Before he finished speaking, three clear lights, like rainbows piercing the sky, tore through the void and plunged straight into the depths of chaos.

The chaotic energy surged and raged, containing the power to dissolve all things.

However, the Three Pure Ones are highly accomplished in Taoism, and their pure energy protects them from all kinds of attacks.

Protected by the Heaven-Reaching Sword Light, Qinglian felt the surrounding chaotic currents being forcibly pushed aside by a sharp will that cut through everything, and her feet seemed to be treading on a smooth road paved with pure sword intent.

After traveling through the chaos for an unknown amount of time, a glimmer of purple suddenly appeared ahead.

The purple aura, initially faint, rapidly expanded, transforming into a majestic and ancient palace complex, suspended in the boundless chaos—the very Daoist temple of Hongjun, the Purple Cloud Palace. The palace gates were ancient, with plaques hanging above, radiating the profound mysteries of the Great Dao.

Just as the Three Pure Ones, carrying the Green Lotus, descended towards the Chaos Cloud Platform in front of the palace gate, two other streaks of light also arrived.

As the light faded, two primordial deities, a man and a woman, were revealed.

The man had a handsome face and a gentle temperament. He held a phantom of a measuring ruler and the rhythm of divination of heavenly secrets flowed endlessly.

The woman was dignified and holy, bathed in rosy light, exuding an incomparably rich aura of creation and life force; she was none other than Fuxi and Nuwa, the brother and sister.

"Greetings, three senior brothers."

Fuxi and Nuwa bowed in greeting, their gazes then falling on the blue lotus behind the Three Pure Ones, with a hint of inquiry in their eyes.

The unique aura emanating from the very source of creation on Qinglian's body, though now in the form of a lotus seed, is still difficult to completely conceal.

Lao Tzu nodded slightly: "Fellow Daoist Fuxi, Fellow Daoist Nuwa."

Yuanshi Tianzun also nodded in agreement.

The Tongtian Sect Leader then said directly, "You've come at the perfect time. This is our newly accepted disciple, named Qinglian."

He stepped aside slightly and said, "Qinglian, I greet your Uncle-Master Fuxi and Uncle-Master Nuwa."

Qinglian immediately stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said respectfully, "Disciple Qinglian greets Uncle-Master Fuxi and Uncle-Master Nuwa."

Nuwa's gaze lingered on Qinglian for a moment, a hint of surprise and affection flashing in her eyes that contained the Dao of Creation.

She clearly sensed the aura of creation within Qinglian's body that subtly resonated with her own Dao, sharing the same origin yet possessing a unique quality. It was pure and ancient, like the most primordial vitality at the dawn of creation.

This gave her a natural fondness for the chief disciple of the Three Pure Ones, and her voice softened: "No need for formalities. Congratulations, Senior Brother Three Pure Ones, on having such a fine disciple."

Fuxi nodded and smiled: "His roots are extraordinary, and his Daoist charm is restrained; he is indeed a promising talent."

He was skilled in divination, and although he could not see through Qinglian's entire background, he could sense that this boy had profound fortune and was extraordinary.

After a few brief pleasantries, the heavy, ancient gate of Zixiao Palace opened silently, with two Daoist boys, Haotian and Yaochi, standing by the gate.

No one said anything more, and they entered the highest Daoist temple in the primordial world one by one.

The palace was exactly the same as when the lecture was first given, spacious and lofty, filled with the spirit of Taoism.

The six purple futons remained in front, behind which was the place where the great powers sat cross-legged.

The Three Pure Ones went straight to the frontmost futon and sat down. As the Three Pure Ones' chief disciple, Qinglian had a special status, so she found an open space not far behind Laozi's futon and sat down cross-legged.

His gaze swept across the scene, and all the top powerful beings of the prehistoric world, including Di Jun, Tai Yi, Jie Yin, Zhun Ti, Styx, Zhen Yuan Zi, Hong Yun, and Kun Peng, had arrived. They were all closing their eyes to rest and wait for the Dao Ancestor to begin his discourse.

Before long, a supreme, indifferent, and ruthless Daoist aura descended upon Zixiao Palace.

The figure of Hongjun Daozu appeared silently on the cloud bed, still with that appearance of being in harmony with the Dao, lofty and unfathomable.

"Listen quietly," the Dao Ancestor said. His voice was not loud, but it was like the imperial decree of the Great Dao, instantly resounding deep within the primordial spirit of every listener.

There were no flowery words or golden lotuses appearing; only the purest and most fundamental "Tao" was directly explained.

This sermon directly points to the realm above the Great Luo Golden Immortal—the Path of Quasi-Saint!

The voice of Hongjun Daozu seemed to be the embodiment of the rules of heaven and earth, with every word containing the supreme power to open up chaos and establish the universe.

He elaborated on the method of severing the three corpses: using one's own obsessions as a guide, entrusting them to innate spiritual treasures, one can sever the three corpses of good, evil, and self.

With each severance of a corpse, one's cultivation and magical power undergo a qualitative leap, bringing them closer to the origin of the Heavenly Dao.

Once the three corpses are completely severed, if they can be reunited, one can attain the Primordial Dao Fruit and achieve the indestructible position of a saint!

Throughout the entire Zixiao Palace, the sounds of the Great Dao resounded, and runes of law appeared and disappeared.

All the powerful beings were deeply shaken, completely absorbed, desperately trying to memorize and comprehend this unprecedented essence of the Great Dao. This was the key to the very pinnacle of the primordial world!

Qinglian was completely focused and dared not be distracted in the slightest.

The Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique operated spontaneously within his body, and the Creation Lotus Seed, which was his foundation, frantically absorbed the extremely rich Dao aura within the Purple Cloud Palace. Every word spoken by Hongjun struck his Dao heart like a heavy hammer, and many obscure and difficult aspects of his previous cultivation suddenly became clear, allowing his understanding of the Dao to rise at an unprecedented speed.

He felt the barrier of his early-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal realm loosening, as if he could advance to the next level with just the right opportunity.

In this mysterious atmosphere of preaching, Taiqing Laozi, sitting at the head of the table, had clear light flowing in his eyes, as if there were endless stars rising and falling.

The Dao Ancestor's explanation of the method of severing the corpse, especially the key point of "three corpses merging into one," resounded in his mind like a thunderclap.

"The treasure entrusted to the corpse...of the same origin..." A ripple stirred in Laozi's calm and undisturbed mind.

He instantly realized: Severing the three corpses is easy, but achieving the ultimate unification of the three corpses is as difficult as ascending to heaven! If the innate spiritual treasures entrusted to the three corpses are not of the same origin, but rather have conflicting attributes and contradictory Dao principles, then the three corpses will be difficult to harmonize and unify, and the path to sainthood will inevitably be severed! Although he possessed supreme treasures such as the Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda and the whisk, their attributes were different and they were not born from the same source. Hastily severing the corpses would leave an unstable foundation, potentially causing endless troubles in the future!

Upon realizing this, the Daoist brilliance that was about to burst forth in Laozi's eyes due to his enlightenment of the Corpse-Slaying Method instantly subsided and calmed down.

He chose to suppress the urge to immediately sever the corpse, sitting steadily on the futon, his aura returning to calm and stillness, as if the momentary tremor had never occurred. His path sought perfection, for things to fall into place naturally.

Following closely behind, Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu also sensed the opportunity to sever their corpses almost simultaneously.

Jade Purity Immortal Light fluctuated violently around Yuanshi, and a sharp glint flashed across his majestic face;

The Qingping Sword at Tongtian's waist hummed and vibrated, its incomparably sharp sword intent almost piercing through his body!

However, just as they were excited and about to activate their spiritual treasure to sever the benevolent corpse, they almost simultaneously sensed Laozi's suddenly restrained and rock-solid aura in front of them.

"Elder brother?" Yuanshi and Tongtian both had the same question in their minds. With Laozi's level of cultivation, he should have been the first to fully comprehend and sense the opportunity, so why didn't their elder brother sever his corpse?

In an instant, the tacit understanding accumulated between the brothers over countless years came into play.

The sharp look in Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes quickly faded, and the fluctuating Jade Purity Immortal Light around him slowly calmed down, becoming deep and restrained once again.

The sword intent of the Tongtian Sect Leader, which was about to tear the sky apart, was also pressed down as if by an invisible hand, and the buzzing of the Qingping Sword stopped abruptly and returned to silence.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the solemnity and trust in each other's eyes. "Elder Brother's actions must have a deeper meaning! This is definitely not the time to hastily dismember the corpse."

Just as the Three Pure Ones suppressed their impulse to break through, an incomparably domineering and scorching aura suddenly erupted on the left side of Zixiao Palace!

"Hahaha! My path is complete!" With a long roar, the illusory image of the Chaos Bell above Donghuang Taiyi's head trembled violently, and the bell waves cleansed the chaos! Without hesitation, he fiercely stripped away his own good intentions and poured them all into a top-grade innate spiritual treasure that was floating in front of him, radiating a precious light!

Om-!

A dazzling divine light shot into the sky, and a figure with a seven or eight-tenths resemblance to Donghuang Taiyi, but with a peaceful expression and wearing a golden crow imperial robe, stepped out from the light. He nodded slightly to Taiyi's main body, and then transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the three flowers on Taiyi's crown.

"Good Corpse, Complete!" Donghuang Taiyi's aura surged instantly, and a pressure surpassing that of ordinary Daluo Golden Immortals spread out, officially stepping into the Quasi-Saint realm!

This seems to be a signal.

Immediately afterwards, the divine light of creation surged from Nuwa's body like a tide, the phantom of the Mountain and River Map unfolded, and a figure full of compassion and creative thought was slashed out, merging into a radiant spiritual treasure, and the benevolent corpse returned to Qingyun.

The illusory image of Fuxi's measuring ruler pierced through the Daoist rhythm, deduced the secrets of heaven, and also successfully severed the incarnation of benevolence.

The Western Guide, his face contorted with suffering, chanted Buddhist mantras, and a compassionate figure emerged from the golden light of Nirvana; the Daoist Zhunti, on the other hand, displayed unwavering resolve, his Gengjin Divine Sharpness severing worldly ties, and his good corpse was also formed.

The Red Cloud Taoist smiled freely, and the Soul-Scattering Gourd flashed with red light, from which a carefree figure merged into it...

The illusory image of Zhen Yuanzi's Earth Book floats and sinks, and the Qi of Wu Earth is thick and heavy;

The Kunpeng Ancestor's demonic wind surged, his figure appearing and disappearing;

The Styx Ancestor's blood surged, his killing intent restrained... One by one, the top experts, after comprehending the method of severing corpses, drew upon their own good intentions and, with the help of the powerful innate spiritual treasures in their hands, successfully severed their benevolent corpse incarnations!

In an instant, the Purple Cloud Palace was filled with a myriad of phenomena, with various breakthroughs and extraordinary signs appearing one after another. The Daoist aura of Quasi-Saints rose and fell, illuminating the entire palace in a bizarre and wondrous light. It was as if several more colossal pillars supporting the heavens and earth had appeared, and the overall landscape had subtly changed.

However, on the three purple futons at the very front, the figures of the Three Pure Ones remained as calm and serene as an abyss.

Laozi closed his eyes and wandered in his mind, Yuanshi sat upright, and Tongtian embraced Qingping. The three of them were in perfect harmony, remaining unmoved despite the turbulent winds and clouds around them. Qinglian, who was not far behind them, took in all of this and felt even more admiration for the three masters' composure and foresight.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun seemed indifferent to this scene. After the fluctuations of the breakthrough in the hall gradually subsided, his indifferent voice rang out again, continuing to expound on the subtle and profound mysteries of the Quasi-Saint Path.